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The door hissed open as they approached, allowing the wolf to tug her through a moment later. Kanya stared wildly around, noise and bustle filling the corridor. There were people here! Some were completely naked, others wearing collars. A few were in the stark colour of lab coats, the obvious slaves giving those people a wide berth, apart from when they were being led along by leashes.

"Hmmmmm!" Kanya cried out, trying to get someone's attention. Maybe she could explain that this was all a mistake, somehow, and that she had to go home. Her cries were ignored, only one fur in a coat even glancing at her. Rayla however, looked around in annoyance.

"Quiet!" she snapped. "No one here is going to do anything!"

She tugged the lioness along faster, her grip inescapably tight on Kanya's upper arm. The lioness was forced to walk faster, groaning as she did. Her gait was that of a stiff waddle, trying not to disturb her hips too much. Her cervix especially still ached, remaining open around a small amount of the latex deep inside her. Still, every moment was uncomfortable with her sex, ass, and bladder all filled and shifting around as she moved.

The wolf's pace never slackened as she took the lioness through a maze of halls and corridors. Kanya was lost almost at once, unable to find her way back even to the testing room, not that she wanted to make her way back there. Eventually, the decor changed from stark white, occurring suddenly as they passed through a locked door. There was a small plastic window with a guard in it there and he looked up, saw Rayla dragging Kanya along with her, then winked at the wolf, pressing a button that allowed the door to swing forwards.

Beyond, the doors were wooden, the floors carpeted and soft beneath Kanya's feet. Each door had a little brass plaque with numbers on it. The living space for the people here, the lioness realised an instant later. She thought it must be for the scientists like Rayla though; judging from what was around her, they lived in the building itself, close to their work.

Rayla headed towards a door with the number 576. She drew a key card from her pocket, attached to her via a long chain. The card flashed and the door beeped in response, opening of its own accord a moment later with a small hiss. Rayla unceremoniously shoved Kanya inside. The lioness yelped in surprise and stumbled, falling to her knees and looking around.

The apartment was quite large and cluttered with a lot of different things. There were three doors around the edge and a kitchen peeked out from one wall. Couches, a variety of tables, and a large desk were in the room, along with more worrying things. One wall was lined with cabinets, all closed. Along the same wall was a weird sort of rack, covered in straps and buckles. Another table like it, with four arms, was in the centre of the room, also covered in straps in strategic places.

Kanya looked around, taking it all in. Behind her, the door clicked closed with another beep; it would only be reopening for Rayla and her key card. The wolf grinned, motioning towards her home. "Welcome," she said. "You're going to be spending some time here, if I can get my hands on you. You're probably going to be a very popular lioness."

Rayla threw her coat into a rack, quickly undressing and leaving her clothes strewn across the floor. She stretched in front of the door, smoothing down her fur where it had been disturbed. "Ah," she said as Kanya moved back to her feet, looking nervously around. She made a muffled sound past the latex sealing her muzzle shut.

The naked wolf stalked towards her. "Sometimes I envy you slaves," she said. "Walking around naked all the time. Seems freeing, and much less irritating."

Kanya backed away from her as Rayla approached. Before she could go very far though, her knees bumped into a couch and she overbalanced, falling into the cushions with a squeak and then a small groan. The impact, soft as it was, forced the intrusions inside her just a little deeper, shifting them around. She tried to grab at her crotch, failing again due to how her fists were bound.

The she-wolf stood in front of Kanya, looking down thoughtfully. "You know," she said, "there are some 'optional' things that slaves can have. Well, optional if we want it, not if you don't."

She grinned, somehow managing to show all of her sharp teeth. "Why don't we start off with that?" Her hand slashed out, grabbing Kanya by the arm again. The lioness let out a muffled mewl as she was yanked to her feet again. This time Rayla practically threw her onto the odd chair in the centre of the room. As soon as she landed on it, the straps flew up of their own accord, almost seeming alive. There was a robotic whir as they wrapped around the lioness's limbs, binding her down tightly. The position was slightly reclined, with her legs split and kept wide, slightly bent. Her arms were bound beside her, even more useless than they had been before.

Squirming only made the latex covering her squeak quietly; the straps themselves didn't even creak. What strength she had was nowhere near enough to do even that.

"Now," mused Rayla. "Where to start?"

The wolf walked over to one of the cabinets that stood against a wall. Kanya was in a position to see this one and she let out a small whimper as Rayla threw open the doors. Inside there were dozens of objects, only some of which Kanya recognised. She could see gags, chains, cuffs, even what looked like a hood in there. She trembled a little as she saw everything; would Rayla use all that on her?

Rayla stood in front of the small part of her collection, tapping a finger to her lips thoughtfully. She ran her hands along a few items then plucked a simple ring gag and muzzle from a peg. This would be good enough to start. Leaving the doors swinging open, she took the gag back to Kanya who began to squirm again.

"Now, now," Rayla chided. "You can't escape. Open up..."

She pressed the large metal ring against the lioness's lips but any choice to remain defiant was taken from her. The latex rippled, then forced her jaws open, allowing Rayla to slip the ring behind her teeth a moment later. The muzzle part followed, keeping her jaws clenched down on the ring and making sure she couldn't spit it out. Rayla let go of her and Kanya tossed her head, trying to shake it loose or push it out with her tongue. Both methods failed. The sounds she made now were louder now, not muffled.

The lioness looked pleadingly towards Rayla, trying to speak but the words were mangled and twisted beyond comprehension, only recognisable as moans. The wolf stroked Kanya's head gently. "There, now you can breathe more easily," she said.

She lay her hand flat on Kanya's belly, still swollen from the inside by the latex sphere in her womb. At her touch, there was an answering ripple from the latex and it began to recede. It flowed up Kanya's limbs, letting her unclench her hands for what felt like the first time in hours. It left her head as well, slowly uncovering more and more of her tan fur. In no time at all, her limbs were all uncovered, the receding rubber was at her crotch. She barely dared hope that it would leave her body as well but the bit inside her rippled as well, flowing out and up with the rest. All except the bit inside her uterus and cervix. That stayed, slowly stretching her out. The rest though, left, leaving her feeling strangely empty.

A soft moan of relief went through the gag. Her sex especially felt stretched and used but that was a feeling that seemed to permeate the entirety of her lower belly. "Wow," Rayla said. "You really did fit a lot, didn't you? Don't worry; it'll be going right back after we finish here."

Kanya's eyes went wide and she shook her head, making loud pleading noises through the gag. Rayla giggled. "No? Don't want that? Well, we'll see. Depends on how you behave."

The latex, formerly the suit that had covered her whole body, was now a simple, wide strip around her waist, like a belt. Rayla leaned in close to Kanya's crotch and the lioness jumped as she was touched there. The doctor grinned and slowly pressed a few fingers against her entrance. Kanya's hips shuddered, trying to move away and she moaned in protest. Slowly, the wolf's short digits sunk into her stretched body. It was still uncomfortable for the lioness as the fingers moved into her and she cried out as the uncut claws scraped her walls.

"Reactive little thing," Rayla remarked, taking her hand away. "I wonder if I would fit my hand in there?" She laughed at the shocked, fearful expression on Kanya's face. "Later though. Now it's time for some decorations."

She got up again, going back to the cabinet. This time she returned with a small case which she set down on a small side table beside her. It clicked open. "Silver or gold?" Rayla murmured, almost to herself. "Silver would look nice, but you can't really go wrong with gold. Ah, why not both?"

What she drew out next sent Kanya twisting and thrashing, crying out loudly through the gag. The wolf was holding a large, thick metal needle, the tip wickedly sharp. Rayla was smiling down at her. "I could say this won't hurt but that'd be a lie." She held up a thick, heavy silver ring. "These'll be your new piercings; we can do a lot with these."

Bending down, she grasped one of the lips of Kanya's sex firmly. Without hesitation, the needle slipped through her flesh, the pain taking a moment to reach the lioness's head. When it did, she gave a sharp howl, thighs clenching powerfully as she tried to close them and protect her sex. She had to blink back tears as Rayla withdrew the needle, slipping the silver ring into the hole that it had left in Kanya.

Kanya was still trying to close her legs, wanting to curl up in a ball with her hands on her aching sex. The piercing throbbed dully in time with her heartbeat and she whimpered. "One down," Rayla said, raising the needle again, "seven more to go."

The needle flew in and out of her, Kanya crying out each time. The wolf punched four holes down each side of Kanya's folds, slipping one of the heavy rings into the new piercing each time. By the time she was done, the lioness was laying weakly on the chair, her sex a mass of aches and throbs. She could feel the weight of the metal hanging from her lower lips, warming up with her body heat.

"You'll heal quickly," Rayla commented. "An hour, two at the most. But, now for the last one."

This time she picked out a gold ring, a little larger than the others. She stroked over Kanya's folds almost tenderly, fingering a couple of the new piercings, which made Kanya whimper and squirm. Then Rayla found the lioness's clit, stroking at it until it poked free of its hood. Gripping it between two fingers, she set the needle against the side, pushing it through in a smooth motion.

There was no delay in the pain for Kanya this time. She thrashed with newfound strength, a yowl leaving her throat. She was aware of Rayla slipping the heavy ring through her clit and looked down. At the top of her sex, visible to her in this position, was a glint of gold, the ring clearly visible. The ache from that piercing overpowered everything else that had been done to her so far.

"There, all done," Rayla said, smiling and petting the lioness on the head gently. "And it'll never have to be done again. You'll keep those for the rest of your life. They're actually permanent. Look."

She reached down and lift the clit ring. Kanya yowled as the fresh piercing was manipulated but looked down all the same. It was an unbroken peace of circular metal, with no breaks or even marks. There was no way she could see to get it out of her, not unless she could cut it or ripped it out. Her legs tried to close again at the very thought of doing that.

"Well, I'll leave you to heal," Rayla said, getting up and yawning. "Need to get some sleep. You might as well too."

With that, she walked off, leaving Kanya still bound to the chair. The lights turned themselves off as Rayla closed her bedroom door, leaving Kanya in the dark with nothing but the throbbing in her sex to keep her company.